"Fang Bai!"
Shen Huanian gritted his teeth as he glared at the television screen, where Fang Bai was privately chatting and laughing with Xia Chenyu. His heart filled with hatred and jealousy, he violently smashed the wine glass in his hand onto the floor.
Suddenly, a crimson stain spread across the golden-yellow carpet, looking almost like fresh blood.
The beautiful lady who was massaging him turned pale with fright, shrinking to one side, too scared to make a sound.
"President Shen, did Fang Bai offend you?"
Li Dongyang looked at Shen Huanian with curiosity.
In Li Dongyang's memory, Shen Huanian was gentle and elegant, a well-cultured gentleman from one of the Prominent Clans. The fact that he had lost his composure like this indicated that there must be some deep grudge between him and Fang Bai.
"If your most beloved woman was stolen by him, wouldn't you hate him?"
